Content advisory: male/male/female sex
Shades of Crimson is an ongoing serial story. Please see the posting from 11/1/2010 for Part Three.
Recap: In part three, after attending an art debut with Madison, they return to Andre’s apartment and engage in sex.
Son of a bitch. He had uninvited guests in his apartment. He jammed the key in the lock and shoved the door open with a muttered oath.
“Christopher, are you going to make this a habit?” he asked.
His sire was parked on the sofa with a lovely raven haired companion wrapped around him like a second layer of skin. The woman looked up, ruby lips curving into a smile.
Christopher’s neck bore a ragged bite wound and two tiny trails of blood ran down under his collar. He laughed and Andre suspected the expression on his face was less than welcoming.
“I didn’t think you would mind us dropping in. This is Katrina.” Christopher stroked his hand through her hair.
“Call me Kat,” she purred in a smoky voice. “Chris tells me you’re his newest object of affection.”
Andre glanced at his sire and wondered how many lovers he kept at a time. He wasn’t dumb enough to think he was the only fledgling Christopher was amusing himself with. Worse was the thought that sooner or later Christopher would dump him for someone else or maybe several someone elses. Christopher wasn’t the kind who would spend time with a lover once he tired of him. Or her.
He dropped his mail on the end-table and sat in an overstuffed recliner. “So, what brings you to my humble home tonight?”
“Kat wanted to meet you and see some of your work. She thought she might commission you for a portrait if she finds you suitable.”
“Suitable?” Andre snorted. “I’m sure you’ll find my work comparable to the best.”
Kat laughed. “I see there’s nothing wrong with your ego. I can assume your work lives up to it.”
“Of course.” Andre stood. “Come with me. I’ll show you some of my paintings.”
She rose gracefully and followed him into the tiny studio while Christopher remained glued to Andre’s one and only luxury, the huge TV he’d purchased right before Christopher had killed him.
Andre ushered her into his studio. A dozen canvases leaned along one wall, each ready for framing. Each depicted a nearly naked young woman arranged in a seductive pose.
“My goodness,” Kat said as she admired his most recent work, the portrait of the voluptuous Victoria. “Chris told me you were good, but he didn’t tell me you where that good.”
“I’m glad you like them.” And he was. He still had to make a living and painting was something he loved.
She gave him a dazzling smile that displayed some of the most perfect teeth he’d ever seen. She would make a lovely subject.
“When can we start?” she asked.
“Don’t you want to know how much first?” He wasn’t cheap.
“No, darling. I can afford you and anything else I wish to buy.” She reached out and stroked his cheek in a way that was not in the least just a friendly gesture.
His cock stirred with appreciation, and he thought of Madison. They had made no commitments to one another. He’d awakened later to find her gone, and she had avoided him since. He didn’t know what he’d done wrong, if anything, and she wasn’t talking. Much to his annoyance.
“Are you with Christopher?” He might as well find out. Saying or doing the wrong thing where his sire’s possessions were involved wouldn’t be wise. Christopher could beat his ass. Hell, Christopher could kill him if he chose to.
“Yes, but I’m not his fledgling.”
She could do as she damn well pleased then.
“Do you want her?” Christopher had entered behind them.
Andre stiffened.
His sire laughed. “Don’t worry, there is no wrong answer. I’m willing to share her. In fact, I think we would have a marvelous time together.”
Kat laughed and Andre realized he must have an amusing expression on his face. He’d never been involved in a ménage a trois before.
She looked between him and Christopher. Her pink tongue darted out and wet her lips. “Why not?”
Andre’s dick pushed at his pants in agreement.
Christopher stepped close. His hand dropped to Andre’s crotch, cupping him through his clothes. A slow smirk appeared on his handsome face. “Andre thinks it’s a good idea, too.” He slowly rubbed Andre’s erection. He almost couldn’t stand the friction. “Christopher,” he moaned then moved closer to his sire. Lust burned through him. His hands clutched at Christopher. How he wanted to feel that big solid body over his.
“What do you want, lover?” Christopher purred.
“You.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me,” he said and groaned with the admission.
Christopher reached around Andre and pulled him up against his body. He sank his hands into Andre’s hair and drew him closer. His hard mouth took Andre’s in a kiss that demanded a response. A response he willingly gave.
Christopher’s tongue pushed inside his mouth and twined with his own, ratcheting up his desire. His belly quivered, twisting with the need for Christopher to take him body and soul.
He’d always been dominant with the women he took to his bed, but with his sire, he was a willing, wanting, submissive. He wanted Christopher to take the lead and make demands. He wanted Christopher to dominate him.
He glanced at Kat and his cheeks warmed. Not yet used to being with a male, he certainly wasn’t used to a woman watching.
And watch she did, in apparent rapt fascination. Her eyes sparkled with raw desire as she looked at him and then at Christopher.
A sudden hard pressure in his balls jerked his attention back to Christopher as his sire’s grip increased slightly. “No,” Christopher said. “You pay attention to me and what I want. Kat is mine as are you. You may have her when I say. Not before. Understand?” His grip tightened painfully.
Andre moaned and nodded. Christopher’s idea of punishment was pure pleasure. He hoped his sire kept his hand right where it was.
“Good.” Christopher released his nuts. He smirked at Andre, obviously enjoying his roll of master. Andre didn’t want anyone telling him what to do, but with Christopher, in this situation, he wanted, craved, doing as his sire demanded. Sex had never been this exciting before. Not even Madison had given him what Christopher could.
Christopher kissed him again, his hot tongue plundering Andre’s mouth, simulating the sex act. His hand went back to Andre’s cock and rubbed rhythmically.
Andre groaned. His hands latched onto his sire’s shoulders then slid down over his rock-hard chest, stroking, caressing his way lower.
Christopher’s hand fisted in Andre’s hair as he deepened the kiss even more. He moved closer, rubbing his crotch against Andre’s in a slow grind that sent heat lashing through his body.
Andre’s hands groped at Christopher’s pants, struggling with the button and then the zipper.
And then another hand appeared, caressing his ass. Kat had joined them, wrapping herself around Christopher but reaching to include him.
An electric shock of excitement burned through him in a rolling wave. She pinched then kneaded his ass cheek.
Andre groped with one hand at the opening in his sire’s trousers and reached for Kat’s breast with the other. His hand closed on her firm globe and he massaged gently, his thumb stroking over the peak again and again.
Kat moaned and pressed tighter against Christopher even as Andre’s hand closed on his prick. His cock was hard, pushing against his pants. Andre stroked his sire’s prick, only slightly surprised that he could pleasure both of them simultaneously without one hand losing rhythm.
He bent his head and laved Kat’s pebbled nipple with his tongue. A deep moan escaped her. He drew her flesh into his mouth and sucked hard. Her warm hand slipped down inside his pants. She squeezed his ass cheek then dug her nails into him.
In surprised response his hand clamped down on Christopher’s cock. His sire groaned and bucked his hips.
Excitement scorched Andre. “Bedroom,” he hissed. Still locked in a tangle of groping hands, delicious kisses, and pressing bodies, the three of them managed to maneuver out of the studio and make it down the hall to his king size bed.
Once there, clothes were quickly shed as they stripped one another. He drew Kat to him, sinking his hand into her hair and bending forward for a kiss, his cock already shoving to get between her legs when Christopher interceded.
His sire’s iron grip closed on his arm then pulled him away from Kat.
“She’s mine first,” Christopher said and moved to push her onto the bed. “I want you to watch and pleasure yourself while I take care of her. Then...your turn with her. After that. I get you.”
Andre quivered with excitement as Kat stretched out in the middle of his bed and Christopher crawled in with her. His breath quickened as his sire stroked his hands over her from her shoulders, down over her breasts where he stopped to caress each before moving lower, over her taut stomach and on down to her legs. He stroked languidly down her firm thighs then back up.
She whimpered and Andre moaned.
Christopher urged her to open her legs. She planted her feet on the mattress and spread wide for him. He looked over at Andre, grinned, and bent, burying his face in her pussy. A deep groan came out of her.
Andre’s cock kicked hard. He grasped his shaft and stroked hard. Christopher was killing him. He wanted to touch Kat, wanted to fuck her. And he wanted his sire to touch him, to sink his cock deep in his ass, and to fuck him so hard he’d have to brace himself to take it.
Kat moaned as Christopher tongued her sex.
Andre stroked himself in rhythm with her hips as she undulated under Christopher’s assault on her pussy. God, he wanted inside her. He’d never watched a couple having sex before. And he sure as hell had never shared a woman. It was beyond hot.
He slowed his strokes. He feared he was going to come a long time before he got inside her. Her scent, hot and female, drifted to him, driving him mad with need.
Christopher looked up at him and grinned as if he was enjoying Andre’s torment. He lowered his head, going at her again but this time he only teased her, and Andre, before crawling up over her.
Andre groaned.
She opened her legs wider to accommodate Christopher. He positioned himself then drove into her. Kat surged up under him to take all of his length inside her. Grunting, Christopher pumped hard, driving into her.
From his position, Andre had a clear view of Christopher’s dick sliding in and out of her pussy. His cock was slick with her fluid. Andre’s cock jerked and liquid leaked from the tip. Shit, he was going to come long before he got to have her. The realization that his sire had probably intended for that to happen burned through his consciousness.
The bastard. Growling, he grasped his balls and tugged until his impending orgasm backed off. He wasn’t going to be cheated out of having Kat.
He watched Christopher’s humping ass and his belly fluttered. He wanted that big cock inside him. As he imagined his sire thrusting in his ass, he groaned and stroked himself again. He wasn’t sure which was worse, his need to fuck Kat or his need to be fucked by Christopher.
He’d never experienced such conflicting desires. To take and be taken. How would it feel to ram his cock into Kat while Christopher fucked him? He groaned and worked his cock harder.
A long fluttering moan tore out of Kat and Christopher shouted. His hips drover harder, faster, as he came. When his orgasm finished, he rolled off Kat onto his back.
His cock, still hard, jutted upward, glistening from Kat’s wet pussy. He looked at Andre. “Now, you may fuck the shit out of her if you wish.”
Andre yanked open the bedside table drawer and snatched a foil wrapped condom. He couldn’t catch anything from her but he sure as hell wasn’t going bareback into Christopher’s jizz soaked territory.
He rolled on the condom and climbed on the bed. Then he crawled up to her and pulled her into his arms. Bending to her, he tasted her lips. Her return kiss was needy, seeking more. She moaned against his mouth.
Seeking entrance, he ran his tongue along her lip. She opened. He shoved his tongue in her mouth, stroking, probing, until she moaned and tugged at him. Impatient to have him.
Without breaking the kiss, Andre shifted and positioned himself over her. His rubber encased cock probed at her opening. Thankful for the condom’s tendency to delay release, he shoved inside her baking heat.
He groaned. God, he’d never been inside a pussy just vacated by someone else’s cock. Her interior was hot, an instant turn-on. Her arms went around him. “Come on, lover. Show me what you’ve got,” she said.
“I’ve got plenty.” He drew back then thrust forward, going balls deep in her.
She groaned and pushed up, meeting his thrust. He pumped into her hard but not fast, wanting to savor it as long as possible.
“Umm,” she purred.
“Like it?”
She answered with a moan.
Who did she like better? Him or Christopher? He worked harder, giving her everything he could. Wanting to please her more than his sire had.
Christopher chuckled and rolled from the bed. Had he picked up Andre’s thoughts? Probably. He didn’t give a shit. Where women were concerned, it was always a competition. No matter who the males were.
Christopher went to the bedside stand and rustled around in the drawer. Probably looking for the lube. It would be his turn once he finished with Kat. His ass tingled in anticipation.
Lube in hand, Christopher climbed on the bed. His cock jutted, ready for action already. He moved behind Andre. Holy shit—was he...
Christopher’s hand, covered in cold lube, touched his ass. Andre jumped, shoving forward into Kat who moaned deeply. Explosive heat tore through Andre as he realized what his sire was going to do.
He pistoned into Kat, his cock growing even harder inside her as Christopher’s slick fingers pushed inside his entrance. As he ground into Kat, Christopher finger fucked his ass in counterpoint. He groaned, fearing he would come. But Christopher had other ideas. He grasped Andre’s balls and tugged, easing the urge to ejaculate.
Then his sire withdrew his fingers. A moan of loss tore out of Andre. Then Christopher shifted on the bed, he grasped Andre’s hips, stilling him inside Kat who moaned in objection.
Christopher’s engorged head touched Andre’s ass.
Andre moaned and pushed back. He needed that thick cock inside him. Christopher didn’t disappoint. He pushed forward, forcing his way into Andre’s tight, clenching ass. He groaned and pushed back, wanting every inch of Christopher.
Christopher sheathed himself inside Andre. “Okay,” he said. “Fuck her.”
Andre reared back, Christopher went with him then he rammed into Kat, sliding down the length of Christopher’s cock. When he pulled back again, Christopher plunged deep into his ass. Andre nearly cried out in pleasure. He’d never experienced anything even remotely as exciting as what the three of them were doing. Could he possibly pass out from sheer pleasure? Somehow he managed to keep going, pumping into Kat as Christopher drove into him with the power of a machine.
He wasn’t sure how long the three-way fuck continued. At some point he lost track of everything except the sensations in his cock and his ass.
Kat stiffened under him and a guttural moan tore out of her while her hips pumped hard, grinding herself on him as she climaxed.
He increased his own pace which forced Christopher to keep up. The sensations were maddening, and he couldn’t stand any more. With a shout he exploded in Kat, blasting into her with strong jets until finally spent, he slipped out of her. Head down, panting for breath, he braced himself on his hands and knees over Kat while Christopher pumped into him.
Christopher continued at him for so long Andre though he might die from pleasure. Christopher’s hands stroked down his sides and up onto his back. He bent and kissed Andre’s shoulder as he thrust so hard he almost lifted Andre off the bed. His cock jerked hard and hot jizz filled Andre’s ass.
At last Christopher disengaged and fell to the bed, pulling Andre down with him.
Andre drew Kat close to them and the three lovers lay in warm bliss.
~***~
Please return January 17, 2011 for the next installment of Shades of Crimson. And please stop by for the next installment of Lord of Shadows, another original story by Nickie, on December 27, 2010.
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